laundry thoughts
your cheek on mine,
and the divine sensation
of fingers fretting spines
when sleep is creeping close
and the worries of the day
are left behind---
in these I find such tenderness
for you, my love: your cheek
on mine, and sleepy fingers
fretting slumberous spines.
and the divine sensation
of fingers fretting spines
when sleep is creeping close
and the worries of the day
are left behind---
in these I find such tenderness
for you, my love: your cheek
on mine, and sleepy fingers
fretting slumberous spines.
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